The druids of the Council of Cenarion, who have guarded the world in unknown ways for thousands of years, have built a fortress in the middle of the desert of Silitsus, in a desert where only the very thin force of nature exists. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The most elite druids and the most elite sentinels have been stationed here for thousands of years.

At the Battle of Mount Hyjal, they were transferred back to Mount Hyjal to fight, and it was at that time that the Empire of Chila had moved, but by the time the druids returned to Cenarion Fortress, everything had become irretrievable.

In fact, when nearly a hundred insect crystals shot out of the wall of beetles disappeared into the sky a few days ago, the druids had already done their best to intercept those crystals, and they stopped at least a third of them, otherwise the disaster in the whole world would only be worse.

The consequence of that interception is that there are now hives all over Silishus, and there are three oversized hives that are taking shape, which the druids named Ash, Rego and Zola, which are the Elven words for "disaster", "madness" and "depravity", and it can be seen that these three hives put a lot of pressure on the druids, at least when Dick gallops in the sky, you can see those druids and sentinels driving out the flooded bugs.

At the moment, the bugs have not taken the initiative to attack, so their expulsion is going well, and the paladin has no intention of interfering, as said before, he has important things to do when he comes here this time.

Crystal Valley!

The southernmost part of the desert, the only land not covered in yellow sand, is protected by some mysterious elemental power, and it is rich in a special crystal, which is treasured by the mages of Azeroth, but alas, only the bravest miners dare to mine here, because legend has it that this is a blessed land blessed by the wind elemental, and anyone who enters it will be torn to shreds by the moody wind elemental.

This is Dick's destination. After two years of secret preparation, Thorrison's latest letter was filled with the bad mood of the Black Iron King, and after removing the foul language, it probably meant that.

"It took me 2 years to get close to those damn elementals, but the damn water elementals entrenched in the deep sea of Azhara didn't pay any attention to our pleas, they weren't interested in everything, even themselves!

Therefore, after confirming that he could not directly contact the Abyssal Throat, Dick could only come here alone, and this was also the only place in the whole world where the Sky Wall (the wind elemental plane) could be contacted before the mysterious Oldum was found.

"Restored~"

The four huge hooves of the star splintered with brilliant starlight and smashed on the sand of the ground, the tired Dick turned over and dismounted, reached out and touched the head of the brave and noble Pegasus, the star stalk stretched out his pale blue tongue and licked Dick's face, and then in the magic spell, turned into a piece of starlight and disappeared into the magic reins in the paladin's hand.

The paladin took the sweet spring water from his backpack and poured it over his head, in the coolness, his spirit was much better, he was now standing on the outskirts of the wind-shrouded Crystal Valley, and one step further he would enter this blessed but cursed place.

Dick reached out and took the Sword of the Brotherhood in his hand, put on the Judgment Armor, then took a deep breath and strode into the gale.

"Wow! Stupid stupid, stupid, stupid! Look here, it's beautiful! People love it!"

Anvina's voice sounded in Dick's head, and the paladin did not oppose Anvina's opinion this time, because the real-world Crystal Valley is indeed beautiful.

It is a solid mountain, covered with solid crystals, like a real valley of crystals, and the whole air is scattered with colorful light under the light of the wind, like a dream.

The power of the wind haunted the valley, and even Dick, who knew nothing about magic, could feel the smell of wind in the air, the taste of freedom, the taste of uninhibited, the taste of the pursuit of the most beautiful things.

Dick didn't know which elemental lord blessed this place, but it definitely wouldn't be the Wind Elemental Lord and the owner of the Sky Wall, Orakir the Wind Rider, because Aurakill's power was definitely more than that.

That is a ruthless character who can let the wind and yellow sand envelop a country in an instant, and at this time, Azeroth's elemental barrier is still very solid, and even Ragnaros, the most powerful of the four elemental kings, can only enter the present world in the form of a clone.

In this Crystal Valley, Dick did not encounter those storm elements who like to run around, which also saved him the energy of a fight, and soon, Dick followed the winding path of Crystal Valley into the deepest part of this crystal palace, and found the somewhat crazy old man wearing dark red robes, kneeling on the ground, spreading his hands, and constantly praying to the sky.

That was his goal, the original Twilight Cult leader, now the wretched prisoner of the Wind Elemental, Demitian, an arrogant cultist who wanted to enslave the Wind Prince, but was eternally imprisoned in this land by the power of the wind.

Dick walked over, Demitien had completely lost the vigilance of a spellcaster, in fact, he was now unwary of anything, his eyes were blank, his mouth was muttering a voice that no one could understand, and even when Dick grabbed him by the collar and lifted him off the ground, Demitien didn't react much.

"Hey, man, can you understand me?"

Dick patted Demitian's cheek, and the cultist seemed to sober up a little, and then cried out as if he had seen something frightened,

"Don't come! Don't come, in the name of Twilight!No, no, no, no, forgive me, great master, I shouldn't believe in the evil, oh, god of the sky, god of wind, forgive me!"

"Crazy to the bone, there is no cure. ”

Anvina's disdainful voice sounded in Dick's head, "Kill him, give him a good time." ”

Dick shook his head and reached out to untie the armor of his left hand, the silver fist was emitting terrible heat, and the paladin sighed,

"If I could, I really don't want to use this way, the power of order can expel the chaotic energy from his body, and at the same time it can make his deranged mind clearer, but it comes with pain that goes deep into his spine, forget it... This can be regarded as a punishment for these cultists. ”

"Smack!"

The silver fist was placed on Demition's shoulder, and the hot metal instantly scorched the flesh of the mad cultist, and he let out a terrible scream, only to turn into a frenzy the next moment.

"Ah, great master, I feel the power of the old gods in this pain, and you have forgiven your faithful believers!"

"This crazy belief is disgusting!"

Dick shrugged his shoulders and slammed another palm on the cultist's chest, and after four consecutive times, Demition was left with only the strength to breathe, but his chaotic eyes were much clearer, but the next moment it was transformed into the cultist's due viciousness.

"Bastard, who are you, why are you bothering my retreat, get out of my holy place! Otherwise... Ah!!h

Dick withdrew his finger on Demition's forehead, which was full of foul language, and indifferently placed the blade of the Sword of the Brotherhood on Demytian's neck,

"Are you awake now?"

"Uh... Well, I'll admit it!"

Demitian felt an eerie chill coming from his skin, and he got up from the ground, and because of his weakness, sat down on the ground again,

"Tell me, Lord Paladin, why did you come to this backcountry and find me an outdated cultist? I don't have what you need here!"

"No, you have!"

The paladin didn't want to talk such useless nonsense with this cultist anymore, and with a slight force in his palm, the blade of the Sword of the Brotherhood pierced the cultist's skin, and Demitian cried out in panic,

"Stop, stop, what do you need?"

"It's very simple, Vial of Resurrection, I still need you to summon the Wind Elemental Lord who bound you here in the first place!"

The paladin said indifferently, "I'm not asking for your opinion, to figure this out, you can choose not to give it to me, and then I will find it myself on your corpse!"

"It's impossible! Don't even think about it!"

Like an enraged dog, Demitian bared his teeth at Dick, "These things are my lifeblood, don't think I'll give them to you!

"Free!"

Dick said categorically, "All I can give you is freedom, how many years have you been trapped here?" I think that should be the only thing you want now, or you can choose to die here with the vial of resurrection, believe me, the wind elemental will not let you die so easily, especially after you crash into here with such an evil purpose, even if you die, you have to stay here and suffer!"

Demitian's face changed rapidly, Dick was right, how long had it been since he had broken into this place and disturbed the wind elemental lord's contemplation, and had been bound here?

Ten years, fifty years?

It's really terrible to go from being a Twilight Leader with great ambitions to an old madman with gray and white hair!

When you've been stuck in one place for so long, there's probably nothing you want for more than two, death, or freedom.

Demitien would not choose to die, because he had not yet taken revenge on the scum who had instigated him and tricked him into coming here to take risks, so there was actually only one way left for him.

But a cultist is a cultist after all, you can't expect him to make honest deals, he rolled his eyes, and then stretched out two fingers.

"I want you to swear! And you must know the value of the Vial of Resurrection, do you know how much I paid to get this treasure in the first place? If you can't give me a satisfactory price, I'd rather die here, and you'll never get the Vial!"

Dick's eyes had a hint of murderous aura, and just as he wanted to turn the blade of his sword and give the old bastard a good time, Anvina's voice suddenly sounded,

"Wait, stupid, what he said is true, an unstable space is tied to his soul, and if you kill him, that space will be annihilated, along with everything in it!"

"Bastard!"

"Bang!"

Dick roared and stabbed the sword of the Brotherhood into the crystal next to him, opening a terrible crack in the mountain that made the corners of Demitian's eyes throb.

The cultist swallowed, he took a cautious step back, and began to think about whether he should lower the price, but the next moment, the paladin casually threw over a delicate wooden box, and his tone was already cold to the extreme.

"Give me something, start summoning! Don't challenge my patience anymore!"

Demitien opened the wooden box in his hand, and inside it was a six-pointed star-shaped ornament made of the long horn of the Great Lord of the Dreaded Demon King, and made of ancient, evil, and esoteric techniques.

The cultist's breath became heavy all of a sudden, he was a knowledgeable person, and he could see the value of this thing at a glance, it was no exaggeration, in his time, this little thing could be exchanged for all the resources he wanted to exchange!

But a fool would trade it for it! Such a priceless treasure is enough! Not to mention the bottle of resurrection, even if Dick intends to take away the freedom he has not yet returned, it is enough!

"Yes, I'm satisfied! Paladin, you are a man of knowledge, and only a gentleman like you can understand the true meaning of the Vial of Resurrection. ”

Demitien praised hypocritically as he quickly put away the ornaments, and under the paladin's impatient eyes, the cultist carefully took out a palm-sized, pale blue crystal bottle from his space, which contained a cloud of chaotic mist, and among them was the light of the stars, as well as endless storms and lightning.

It's a powerful thing at first glance!

But Dick knew that this thing could not be used for anything other than to resurrect the Wind Prince, but Demitian was also unlucky, he thought he had earned it, but in fact, Dick could get more with this vial of resurrection than he could have imagined.

Forgive this cultist, his vision is not enough for him to become a real big man.

When the paladin put away the vial of resurrection, he glanced at Demitian, who was beginning to prepare for the summoning ceremony, he thought for a moment, and then spoke,

"Where's essentia ingots? Don't tell me you didn't have that stuff when you came. ”

"Huh?"

Demitien was taken aback, how did this bastard know that he still had essentia ingots on his body, but seeing the paladin's rotating handmail on the hilt of his sword, the cultist who had just cleared all the forces of chaos shrank shamefully.

He quickly took out a dozen pieces of metal with a mysterious luster on the surface and threw them on the ground, anyway, the bottle of resurrection was given, and it was useless for him to keep these things, without suitable drawings and super-skilled blacksmiths, essentia ingots containing mysterious power were not even as good as some ordinary iron ingots.

Dick was satisfied, he snorted, and put away the essentia ingots, this time, not only the materials of the Wind Chaser, but even the materials of the Fire Demon Hand were enough!

Sure enough, there is still more to do about robbing the rich and helping the poor!

Ten minutes later, when the wind in the entire Crystal Valley stopped strangely, and when the wind murmured, Dick's face became serious, he knew, the elemental lord, was coming!